[Her eyes widen as her brows do a fair attempt to slowly, sharply, melt into her hairline. The person looks – her siblings were the wordsmiths, the book-knowledged ones; and she’s sure there’s a poetic and nicer way to describe them, but Kendis thoughts are simple, if someone dramatic. To her the person in front of her looked wasted away.
Like, she’d figured that, obviously. That was why she had approached; she could see the etching of pain permeating from the other person like a miasma, even from a distance. However, Kendis hadn’t realized how literal the ‘wasting’ was. She hadn’t thought this person would look so starved and dehydrated.
And it was that reality that had the typically sarcastically teasing slant of their gaze widening across their face with shock the way an earthquake cut a hole in the ground, it was that reality that had them choking back a swallow of sympathy.
Wariness hadn’t fled from the scene but it had taken a backseat - or more, accurately, had been shoved there - as Kendis rushed forward, pulling her knapsack from over her should, and pulled out a thermos - one of the few things that had appeared with her in this strange place - filled with water.
She bent near the person. If they had heard what had been said, they made no obvious note of it, instead hovering carefully close with concern.] Can, can you hold yourself up, yeah? Can you do it, or do you need me to tug ya up?
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Like, she’d figured that, obviously. That was why she had approached; she could see the etching of pain permeating from the other person like a miasma, even from a distance. However, Kendis hadn’t realized how literal the ‘wasting’ was. She hadn’t thought this person would look so starved and dehydrated.
And it was that reality that had the typically sarcastically teasing slant of their gaze widening across their face with shock the way an earthquake cut a hole in the ground, it was that reality that had them choking back a swallow of sympathy.
Wariness hadn’t fled from the scene but it had taken a backseat - or more, accurately, had been shoved there - as Kendis rushed forward, pulling her knapsack from over her should, and pulled out a thermos - one of the few things that had appeared with her in this strange place - filled with water.
She bent near the person. If they had heard what had been said, they made no obvious note of it, instead hovering carefully close with concern.] Can, can you hold yourself up, yeah? Can you do it, or do you need me to tug ya up?